Protective Conflict
Inuyasha x Harry Potter Crossover Story
Protective Conflict Chapter 1
Pairings: Kagome Higurashi x Harry Potter
Rated: M+
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"It's been years …"
They were talking about her again. The woman sounded kind from the conversations she had overheard so far, but she was one of them. She couldn't be trusted, none of them could.
" …"
She couldn't hear what the man was saying, she rarely could. Though there were several educated guesses she could make with the way the woman hurriedly spoke.
" … just a child. Only for a few hours … don't know what harm …"
This time she did hear the man's voice, the two people more close than they were previously. Right outside her caged door if she could dare postulate such things.
"She's a danger. We can't risk her escaping. She's just too powerful. The key to everything we hold dear. Imagine if they got their hands on the girl."
Their echoing footsteps were all she heard after that. She should have known. She been in this room for what she estimated was years now. She was around five when they took her from her home. She had the strangest dream of a boy with silver dog ears atop his head. She was going to wake her mama up to tell her about the dream, but before she was able to, they came. Thinking back to that day she recalled hearing an extra set of footsteps behind her but she just chalked it up to her own steps reverberating in the large hallway. The next second they had grabbed her from behind, causing her to screech out in panic. The last she saw was her mother jolting out of bed, and hurtled towards her bedroom door, unlatching it as she did so a look of unadulterated terror as she gazed upon the trapped face of her daughter.
Since then she had forgotten what her grandfather and dad looked like, her mother she still remembered, though it was only their last moments that she kept in her mind. She was sure they had changed just as she had.
A few inches were given to her over the years, making her slightly taller than what she was when she was home. Her hair growing several more inches than that, it now reached to the middle of her back, covered in dirt and grime, completely matted at the ends, the dark locks in obvious need of a hot bath just like the rest of her. Skin chafing from the shackles attached to her from the wall rubbing quite uncomfortably against her porcelain skin. It was also painfully aware that she was at the peak of puberty just barely showing hints of what womanly curves she would gain in the years to come.
Her only clue she had ever gotten from these people was a name. "Harry Potter." She had no idea who the man, woman or child was. She was still unsure of most of the wording this language held. It had taken her a long time to finally make some leeway with their strange language. It was very different from her native Japanese. The only things that kept her sane was a talking portrait of a man located on the otherwise barren walls, and her 'special light', though she knew better than to play with her light while her guards were awake. The last time she did so, even the woman, who always tried so hard to allow her a little leeway, was angry with her.
It was several hours later, when she decided that it was safe enough to crawl over to the picture, which was her only other comfort.
"Hi." she whispered hoarsely, her voice, raw, from lack of use and water.
"Hello, little one!" the long haired man replied in a very easygoing manner.
"They were talking about me again." the man frowned at her words, a thoughtful yet angry expression on his face.
"They have nothing better to do with themselves. I am sorry they are doing this to you, Kagome." the girl could do nothing but nod as she blinked away tears, "Why don't you try to rest, my dear? I shall warn you should they attempt to enter the room."
The girl nodded before concentrating on a tattered, unkempt blanket she hid behind a loose floorboard, the thing rushing towards her as she settled down against the portrait, her eyes drifting close even before her head hit the frame.
"Kagome! Kagome!"
The man shouting her name, was soon lost as a deep and loud rumbling overpowered his voice. She was jostled awake, and as she scrutinized the area she had become acquainted with over the years, she saw it falling apart before her eyes. The walls were being ripped apart, the foundation blown up by red and blue lights, being thrown around almost haphazardly. She heard a distant laugh somewhere from downstairs. A woman's and she felt jealous for a few moments, it had been so long since she herself had laughed.
The reason for the other woman's joy was soon apparent as the girl heard the woman and man who were arguing about her earlier fall to the ground, dead or not, Kagome did not know nor could she truly completely bring herself to care. She curled herself in, giving the impression of almost wanting to merge herself with the man in the portrait. It seemed an eternity before the woman and her companion's made themselves known to her but before she knew it a woman, with long dark brown curly hair appeared before her, an almost maniacal gleam in her green orbs, though her voice was that of her mother's. Soft and gentle yet strong and confident.
"Hello, poppet." she pocketed a stick and made her way to the girl, kneeling down when she got close enough, "We've been looking for you for a long time now. Can you tell me what your name is?"
She peeked at the woman beneath her lashes, and only saw a warm smile staring back at her. So tentatively, ignoring the man's warnings from the portrait she uncurled herself and crawled towards the woman, finally putting one of her shackled hands into the older woman's.
"My name … is Kagome …"
The woman smiled even more tremendously and looked back at the other two adults in the room, one with blond hair and the other remarkably tall, with long curly black hair resembling the man in the portrait and the woman in front of her immensely.
"Well Kagome, would you like to escape this prison? To come to a home, with us?"
Kagome looked at the woman confusedly, surely some unconscious part of her knew that that was what this was for her, a prison one with one of the worst solitary confinements imaginable, knowing that human contact was so close yet not possible for her, she just had not viewed it that way until the words escaped the woman's mouth.
"I would very much like that." she replied, voice once again hoarse from both emotion and her earlier lack of drink.
Kagome graciously let the woman remove her shackles, her pink light coming to her aide immediately as soon as the seal which was etched into the harsh metal was removed, and made quick work of her injuries before, receding back into her body once more; the three adults looking on in hidden shock and awe.
The woman escorted her out of her room, for the first time since she was brought there so many nights ago. She jumped under the unconscious bodies of the man and woman from earlier, was led downstairs and through the living room and kitchen and finally out of the back door, Kagome clinging to her savior the entire time. They only stopped once so the woman could gleefully call out a strange word, even for the English language. 'Morsmordre.' she believed the woman to call out, resulting in a giant skull blending in with the night sky with a giant snake moving about the empty spaces in between. All Kagome did was smile up at her, receiving one in return from the woman once more.
"Well then let's be off. My name is Bellatrix Lestrange. And we'll be getting to know each other wonderfully for the next few years, darling. Hold on now."
That was the last thing she heard before a sensation of being sucked through a little bendy straw overcame her and a loud crack was heard, before she finally blacked out.
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Protective Conflict
Inuyasha x Harry Potter Crossover Story
Protective Conflict Chapter 1
Pairings: Kagome Higurashi x Harry Potter
Rated: M+
AN 1: There is a new poll on my profile if you guys wanted to check that out.
AN 2: Of Stranger Magic Chapter 14 has been posted earlier today if you haven't checked that out please do so. Though be warned there is a character's death in that chapter.
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